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letra de loyalty - l.a.t.

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
ok, i’m shining, beaming, glossing
big timing, stunting and flossing
dangerous, approach with caution
if i sneeze, you in a coffin
chasing paper, we do that often
two bad b-tches, thick like horses
let ’em snort cocaine at a party
leave ’em stiff like rigormortis
don’t try to race, this car got horses
the pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
flow so dope, man, you can’t copy
you can’t bite it, you can’t forge it
i got bars with more in storage
watch me blossom, watch me flourish
if you try to touch my porridge
you will feel my chucks like norris
all my b-tches think i’m gorgeous
get a m-ssage while i’m recording
single like a dollar bill
i am a free man, call me morgan
come and slob on my kn-b like corn on the cob
check in with me and go and do your job
now lay in the bed and then give me head
i don’t have to ask, i don’t have to beg
yeah, i’m b-mping three six mafia in the phantom of the opera
choppers from yugoslavia, bake n-gg-s like talapia
lat, young money mafia
try but it ain’t no stopping us
why? we back by popular demand
quit baller-blocking us
lord gudda, praise a n-gg-
mob, i’m brazy, n-gg-
hard at work, i’m slaving, n-gg-
yeah, surfs up, i’m wavy, n-gg-
percocet and adderall, man, i could walk on water
i got a son, his name jaylen and he want all your daughters
i’m a landmine, got this by a landslide, i’m racing, n-gg-
cruise control, i’m pacing n-gg-
turn around, i’m waving, n-gg-

[verse 2: hoodbaby]
there’s a glock clocked by my pantsline
young dread head, throwing gang signs
i got bands like it’s band time
posted up at granny house, trappin’ off the landmine
what’s all that hootin’ and hollerin’?
i’m who bring the dollars in
drop the top, it was botherin’
now go let your mother in
the cocaine from colombia, the chopper is sovereign
got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin’
b-tch, grow up, it’s only head if you swallowin’
baby, get to geekin’, get to geekin’ and gobblin’
your friends think i’m bad, they must be looking for trouble then
it’s a foam party, i be bustin’ they bubbles then
then i hop in the whip, make a plan on some bricks
my homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
i’m in the ends with the sticks, it’s the revenge of the crips
hoe, you know it’s ohb, i brought the gang in this b-tch

[verse 3: lil wayne]
hoe, you know it’s lat, we almost famous, lil b-tch
on our toes and on our feet like usher raymond, lil b-tch
and you know lil wayne is the sh-t and you straining and sh-t
fat head, long, like she ’bout to strangle this d-ck
i got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a vic
i got my whole gang gang in this b-tch and you came with a b-tch
i got more purple rain than prince and more cocaine than mitch
i got more sh-t and p-ss and make more money than cents (sense)
she got more hips than t-ts, she got more tricks than tips
she put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
lw, lil wayne, to them, to her, that’s length and width
k!ll you for me, she will like jada pinkett smith
it’s the return of the blood, ’bout to turn up and thug
we wan’ know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
man, my dirty–ss stripper take a bath in ones
make her milk these f-ckin’ n-gg-s like some cap’n crunch
motherf-ckers try to test me, i ain’t cram for one
all these f-ckin’ karats on me, b-tch, i’m rabbit son
happy birthday, i already got the gift of gab at one
motherf-ckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
play p-ssy, get f-cked; play -ss, get stuck
playtime is over, that -ss is gr-ss and now that gr-ss get cut
duct tape and we quackin’ up then beat ’em with more bats
than a vampires and draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
we all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
out of the ordinarys and went to the art of hustling
when you see them thieves coming
know that loyalty’s amongst them
lat

- l a t

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